I am only 19, but ever since I was old enough to think of such things, I have wanted a child. I can’t really describe this yearning, but it is very real. The other night, I dreamt I had a baby. I didn’t go through the actual labor, but I was taking care of a child, and I knew for a fact that it was mine. I was so happy that I was actually crying tears of joy throughout most of the dream. The dream simply consisted of me taking care of the child. I remember the whole dream, and even now I can clearly picture the child. Now to my problem... I think of the child all the time now, as if the child actually was mine, and now that she’s (it was a girl) not with me, I sincerely miss her. What’s my problem?
--Katherine, Age 19, Santa Barbara, CA, USA